The practical considerations began flowing: who would go, what they'd bring, and how communications would be maintained. Despite the short timeline, the household moved with impressive efficiency.
Two hours later, Jaenor stood in the training field with his companions. They wore practical armor and cold-weather gear and carried weapons and supplies. Ba'narussa had been roused from her rest and now stood ready, alert, and focused.
The vassal house leaders had arrived to see them off. All three looked grim but determined.
"We'll hold the duchy while you're gone," one of the vassal ladies said.
"And if you need reinforcements, send word. We don't abandon allies in the field."
"Thank you," Jaenor said sincerely.
"All of you. For your loyalty, your support, for believing in someone with a cursed bloodline."
"Not cursed," Danarry corrected.
"Not anymore. You're proving that every day."
